Poltergeist Girl: Can't remember exactly why I wrote this one, it was a while ago.. but I think it had to do with wanting to see Rick in that dress. Vyv's birthday surprise!
Remember: The boys belong to the BBC. Don't you just lurve Rick Mayall and Adrian Edmondson? I know I do P
Rick stood outside the bedroom door for what seemed like forever, playing with the hem of his blazer. A simple knock on the door was all that was needed, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he bounded into his own room, peeking out to see who it was. Mike. Alright, the sociology student was lucky he made it to his room before Michael saw him.
Once the coast was clear again, he again stepped back on the landing. This time, he got as far as a hand up, knuckles resting on the wooden door, but again he couldn't bring himself to knock. He turned on his heel and paced back to his own room, shutting the door and shedding his blazer.
"This time I'll do it," he promised himself, before exiting his room a third time.
Back on the landing, he stopped short of the door and smoothed a hand over his hair before brushing out his clothes. Another moment's hesitation came before one hand closed around the doorknob, and the other raised in a fist to knock. Rick was really bad at this. What was so hard about what he wanted to do? Everything, apparently.
He took a deep breath before pushing himself to knock. The sound of his knuckles on wood echoed in his mind, and he completely missed the voice on the other side. Snapping back, he opened the door and poked his head inside, before completely stepping into the room, the door shutting behind him.
"What do you want?" A familiar red-head asked, more interested in digging crap from under his fingernails with his knife, than entertaining the self-titled poet.
"Vyvyan?" He asked, timid and shy, playing with the hem of his clothing again.
"What do you want, Rick?" This time, blue eyes were dragged away from the shiney steel to rest on blue gingham, before trailing up to the sociology student's face.
A solid shade of rose invaded his face as he took the few steps necessary to close the space between him and his fellow student, before sitting down. He kept his eyes diverted to the floor while he mustered the courage to speak his next words.
Vyvyan watched the sociology student intently, eyes often wandering over the outfit, but always coming back up to rest on the other student's blushing face. Hesitantly, he brought a hand to rest on one of Rick's, which were still twisting the fabric between them. He honestly had no idea what Rick was trying to do, but whatever it was, it was adorable--no matter how soppy that seemed to him.
A sigh was heaved before Rick felt he had enough courage to finish what he was intending to do. Turning his head slowly, his gaze came to meet the medical student's. "Vyvyan..."
And in the smallest voice possible, brought on by how nervous he was in the dress he was wearing, Rick completed his sentance.
"Happy birthday."